[Hatteras]

We used to play war in the local woods. Anywhere from 12 to 20 of us kids all with various BB guns. Just wore an extra sweatshirt and limited pumps (those who had them) to 3 or 4. Had plenty of red marks, some minor blood shed. Only big incident I recall is one kid ambushed his brother on a trail. Dove out from behind a tree, rolled over into a kneeling position and shot him dead center in the forehead. We marveled at the shot and Richard had to have his Mom pop the BB out with a kitchen knife and he wore a bandaid to school for a few days. But since we were stupid kids, of course we were back at it again the following weekend.

[GingisK]

Upon graduating from high school, my mother came up to me and said, “I am actually surprised that you lived long enough to graduate”.

[MikelTackNailer]

My neighborhood in suburban Granite City, Illinois had a failed development next to it full of earthen hills, gigantic chunks of concrete and lots of jutting rebar. Of COARSE we had to jump bicycles and play war in it. Lots of casts and bandages from bad landings, many BBs and pellets dug out. The ass-whuppings for such determined stupidity was just the price of the ticket.

And the current generation requires safe spaces and can't figure out what sex they are? I'm glad end times are upon us.